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As if in a dream she approached me |
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Her beauty beyond all compare |
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Three melodies were her gift to me |
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My harp strung by her golden hair |
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The joys of life and wonders to come |
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The piercing pain of lost love |
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The lady gave her gift to me |
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Those otherwordly melodies |
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That brought my maiden back to me |
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The river-elf's lost love |
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On the water-throne she was sitting |
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My maiden was under his spell |
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By the river's side I was kneeling |
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The three melodies I did play |
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And my love come back to my arms |
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But I'll never be rid of his pain |
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The lady gave her gift to me |
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Those otherwordly melodies |
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That brought my maiden back to me |
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The river-elf's lost love |
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Out of the mist he appeared |
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So fair but so cold |
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Drowning in turbulent dreams |
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Her grief knowing no bounds |
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The lady gave her gift to me |
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Those otherwordly melodies |
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That brought my maiden back to me |
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The river-elf's lost love |
